They are ever so, One, though split in Two -
Mother and daughter whom none can pooh-pooh !
They often co- share their personal things ,
As if themselves are mutual belongings .
Looking alike, alike in taste and choice ,
And, strange, I hear them speak in the same voice .
While one drives, the other sits by her side,
As if the latter is the former's guide .
How nice if the mother be" Kahini "
In daughter's name, then, nothing be FUN-ny
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adhip ghosh (58)